cactus can survive anywhere
this one even bloom with tiny
buds; i'm always careful with
sharp spine; almost invisible
pretty when lights are turn on
sometimes i don't even notice
there are little things so beautiful
we don't take notice in our life time
some we are reminded of or none
busy could be one to be a culprit
some of us are wrap with issues
we; well oiled machine with flesh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem